Page 128 of Carnal Urges
“It is.”
Ignoring her, I pick up the bar of soap and lather my chest. I take my time washing myself, soaping my arms, chest, and abs. Then I rinse, turn around, and tip my head back into the spray.
I can feel her greedy gaze on my body.
She mutters, “Show-off.”
“Get your arse in here, woman.”
“Pfft.”
“Now.”
“Pardon me, but I’m not a terrier. You don’t get to bark orders—”
Her snippy tirade ends as I open the door and drag her, fully clothed, into the shower.
I press her against the wall, pin her wrists above her head, and take her mouth. The kiss is hard and hungry.
She’s just as starving as I am. She kisses me back like it’s her last two minutes on earth.
Then it’s a frantic race to get her out of her clothes. They’re half wet and stick to her skin, but it doesn’t slow us down.
“Tampon?”
“No. Period’s done.”
I lift her up and press her back against the wall. She wraps her legs around my waist and reaches down between us to guide me in.
“Fuck, baby. Hurry.”
“Yes—oh—there—”
I shove inside with a chest-deep grunt that echoes off the tile walls. She arches back with a soft moan. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders.
I fuck her, holding her up against the shower wall, water spraying everywhere, until she cries out.
“God, I’m there. I’m there already, Declan—oh—”
Her pussy clenches convulsively around my cock. It feels like being milked by a fist.
I kiss her as I come, my tongue down her throat and my hands under her arse, my thighs burning and my heart on fire.
It doesn’t matter if she won’t say I’m the love of her life. It doesn’t matter if she never tells me how she feels at all.
No words can compete with this.
When we’re both breathing hard and twitching, coming down from the high, she drops her head and hides her face in my shoulder.
She whispers, “You might be a distant second to Nat. Very distant. Jerk.”
My chest expands. I start to laugh, just to have somewhere for all the emotion to go.
Withdrawing from her body, I set her on her feet and take her face in my hands. My voice husky with pleasure, I say, “Good enough.”
Then I kiss her, holding her close, filled with joy when I feel how hard her heart beats against my chest.
It’s beating at the same pace as mine.
